On the tee they stood,
The man and the good priest,
To hit the ball round the course,
To see who could hit the least.
The man hit his ball,
And landed on the green,
The priest struck his too,
And broke the waters sheen.
The priest waded in the water,
And struck his ball to grass,
The man putted his ball,
But the hole it did pass.
The man just stood and swore,
“Sod it, missed the bugger” he uttered,
The priest just looked at him,
And “Do not swear!” he uttered.
The next hole was the same,
The man just missed the putt,
“Sod it, missed the bugger”,
Every time he did tutt.
The priest then said,
“If your swearing doesn’t cease
God will strike you down,
And take away your peace”
The last hole came at last,
And both were on the green,
The man missed the putt,
And was once more obscene.
Lightening flashed towards them,
The priest was looking smugger,
But the words he heard when he got struck,
Were “Sod it, missed the bugger!”.